On Friday afternoon, Daniel and Elsie from Class 4 attended the award ceremony at the Manx Museum to collect their Highly Commended prizes for the KS2 section of the competition. Well done to them.
Here are the two winning stories
Operation Hero by Daniel
It came from nowhere. Out of the blue. When suddenly one man could do something amazing. He stepped forward when everyone else hung back. This was the act of a hero.
Lewis peaked his head round the corner feeling his stomach kick him again. Tapping him on his back, Lewis’s mum persuaded him there was nothing to fear. The doctor was a tall grey haired man who assured Lewis that he would soon be well and back at school again. Little did he know the dark truth that lay ahead.
Scans showed that Lewis was suffering from a condition rarely seen in children. Both kidneys were damaged and to complicate matters even more he had a rare blood group that would make a match difficult, but the search would start immediately.
The press went mad the next day. Like foxes stalking prey. Microphones and cameras stayed in the once peaceful front garden of the unfortunate Quayle's house, waiting for a story to be told. Lewis and his family had to talk, in hope that they might have peace.
Rare Disease Strikes Boy Help Urgently Needed were the headlines that raged across the papers next day.
The sound of the doorbell rang out, as Lewis’s mum stretched out of her seat, the seat she hadn’t left since she woke up. At the door was a tall man,aged maybe 50 she thought. He made eye contact with her, while smiling pleasantly. He started speaking in a soft voice explaining that he respected what she was going through. He told her about seeing the article in the paper about Lewis. He carried on to say how he would like to help. The man who had now introduced himself as Robert White from The Childrens Trust, explained that he hoped to able to give Lewis what he really needed, a new kidney. Robert was willing to help, as he had gone through the pain of losing a son. The Trust helped bring together families and donors. Robert had not been able to help his own son but he could help Lewis.
As the day of the operation approached, Lewis was petrified but excited at the thought of life returning to normal. Nobody knew what lay ahead, but he was determined everything would go to plan.The bright lights of the operating theatre shone in his eyes as he drifted off into a deep sleep, thinking his hero that had given him so much hope.
I Never Even Got To Ask His Name
If I ever get my hands on those Germans, who spent ages yesterday, shooting down and sinking all them brave men, in their little brave boats. Braver than us most of them. They should be scared!
Let me introduce myself, my name is Juan, I am a soldier in the British Army, from Sulby in the Isle of Man.
We the British Army, I am ashamed to say, were retreating. We had no choice really. We were pushed too far, too far for us to cope with. We weren't the only ones retreating, French citizens were leaving their homes and following us.
We had walked for miles. Some were killed, others died of starvation, but the conclusion was always going to be the same, I was sure of it. Then I suppose if you were standing on a beach with German 'Mad Hatters', (as my mate Orry called them) shooting at you, you would feel their was nothing you could have done about it either.
We were like flies on a spiders web, waiting to be eaten. There was no way to escape. We couldn't go back, mainly because of the wall of German soldiers and we couldn't go forward. Well, it's not exactly easy to swim the English Channel. Anyway you get the point, we were stuck.Most of us thought we were dead, the rest of us were dead. As days passed we picked our way through bleeding bodies and human waste. I was sure of it now, I would never see my beloved May again. I dreamt of her on the heavenly Manx beaches, but woke here on the Normandy beaches of hell.
We all felt the same. Tears filled my eyes and then we got the shock of our lives. We almost laughed our heads off! As you would if you saw around 30 little fishing boats appear on the horizon, when you were on a beach about to die. But they were there and they kept coming, until all you could see of the water was boats. They came right up on shore and the reason soon became clear.
Seven days later thousands of us had been rescued. Every day them brave men, came back, despite the thunderstorm of German bullets and bombs raining down on them.
It’s my turn now, my turn to go home. I just hope the others get off too. My saviour has a little blue yacht, which has been badly hit. He tells me he’s been bombed, luckily on the shore and he’d managed to patch his boat up. He says he will do one more trip, but then he is going home, the boat is falling apart.
I climb from his boat. I turn to say thanks, he’s gone. The water fountain that came before explained why.
Why him? The question rings in my head, he'd saved so many people.
And I never even got to ask his name.